An Unwanted Phone Call

Paul’s cell rang. Without thinking, he answered it and grimaced when he heard Angie’s voice. “What do you want?” he demanded.

“I-I wanted to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“About Nita. Why are you dating her, Paul?”

“Why is that any of your business?”

“Are you doing it to hurt me? Are you punishing me for what I did? How long are you going to be angry with me for lying to you?”

“My relationship with Nita has nothing to do with you or the fact that you lied about being pregnant.”

“So, are you in a relationship with her?”

Yes.

“How could you, Paul? Of all the people, why does it have to be her?”

“Look, I don’t want to discuss my relationship or anything for that matter with you.”

“Are you alone or is she with you?”

They were at his parents’ house in Denver. They arrived on Thursday evening. His brother, Mike picked them up. After he and Paul hugged warmly, Paul introduced Nita.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Mike told her as they hugged instead of shaking hands. “We’ve heard so much about you. The rest of the family is dying to meet you.”

Nita smiled. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too and I’m looking forward to meeting the rest of the family.”

“Let’s go,” Mike said. He and Paul took care of the luggage while Nita carried the two pieces of hand-luggage. They were taken to Mike’s Cherokee jeep and while Nita sat at the back, Paul sat at the front with Mike.

Soon, they were on their way to the family home which turned out to be a sprawling stately mansion. “After we’ve settled in, I’ll give you a tour,” Paul said to Nita as she stood there gaping at the mansion he once grew up in.

“Has Angie ever been here?”

“No.”

“Oh. I had no idea.”

“I can tell from the shocked expression on your face that you didn’t.”

While Mike went to park the jeep, Paul and Nita crossed the immaculately kept green lawn and walked up to the front door. Paul rang the bell and the door opened. A middle-aged man stood there. His face broke into a big smile. “Hello, Mr. Paul, Sir,” he said. “It is good to have you home for the holidays.”

“Hello, Rich. It’s good to be home.”

“I will have the bags sent up to your rooms,” Rich told him.

“Thank you, Rich. Oh, this is my girlfriend, Nita. Nita, this is Rich. He has been with our family for as long as I can remember.”

“Hello, Rich.”

“Hello, Miss, welcome to the Bamford residence. We trust that you will enjoy your stay.”

“Yes, I will, thank you.”

“Rich, where might I find my parents and the rest of the family?”

“They are all in the family room, Sir.”

“Thanks, Rich.” Paul grabbed her hand. “Let’s go and meet them.”

He took her through the 2-story foyer with the floating staircase and straight to the family room. Everyone was there. His parents, his grandparents, Mike’s wife, Jennifer and their twin girls, his other brother, Josh and his wife, Anna, Paul’s cousin, Lacey and her fiancé, Ryan. They all greeted him warmly and after hugs and kisses, he introduced Nita who was very nervous. They all seemed happy to meet her. There were friendly smiles and warm handshakes.

“It’s nice to meet you, Nita,” Lacey said as she shook Nita’s hand. “I think you and I are going to get along which is more than I could say about Angie. I couldn’t stand that girl.”

They spent a while interacting then, Paul excused himself and Nita and whisked her away. “Would you like me to take you to your room now?”

She nodded. Her room was a good-sized one, very elegant and beautifully decorated. It overlooked the lawn. “What a lovely room,” she remarked. “How many bedrooms are there?”

“Nine. Mine is just across the hall. I arranged it that way so that I can easily slip in here when everyone is asleep.”

She smiled. “I was hoping that you would come to my room.”

He took her in his arms. “You know, I wouldn’t be able to stay away,” he murmured huskily before he kissed her.

“Paul! Paul, are you still there?” Angie’s voice jolted him back to the present.

“Yes, I’m still here. Now, Angela, I want you to stop calling me. You and I are history. I’ve moved on and so should you. If you call me again, I will block you. Goodbye.” He ended the call and strode out of the living-room. He went to find Nita so that he could take her for a walk in the gardens.

Angie sat there, bristling. Damn him. Where was he? Was he at home or out somewhere with Nita? How could he be with her nemesis? That day when Nita and she had words, how she longed to slap her or better yet, run her down with her car. She had somehow managed to get her claws into Paul. They were in a relationship which meant that they were probably having sex.

The thought of them in bed together filled her with rage and jealousy. Her fingers tightened around the bottle which she longed to smash against the wall. Where was Amy? They were supposed to meet fifteen minutes ago. That girl was always late.

Angie’s cell rang and she quickly grabbed it, hoping that it was Paul calling back but it was Amy. “Where are you?” she demanded.

“Sorry, Angie. I’m on my way. There was a slight delay on the subway.”

“Well, get here soon. I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

“I’ll get there as soon as I can. Are you all right? You sound upset.”

“I am upset. I just spoke to Paul.”

“Oh. Mom said she saw him at the airport on Thursday. She was there to see a friend off.”

“Was he alone?”

“Now, Angie, don’t go getting all upset over Paul. It’s over between you and him.”

“Answer my question, Amy. Was he alone?”

“No. I asked Mom to describe the woman he was with and it was Nita.”

After uttering expletives, Angie demanded, “Did your Mom see where they were going?”

“No. She was busy saying goodbye to her friend.”

“Damn. They could be anywhere. Even if he’s with his family, I have no idea where they are. He never told me. Damn, damn, damn. She’s probably spending Christmas with them. I hate her, Amy. I hate Nita. I’m going to make her pay for stealing Paul from me. You wait and see.”

Sources: Homes of the Rich; Realtor

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